Dec 24, 2008 9:57pm
'Twas the night before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas,When all through the LMA house
Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse,
The stocking's were hung by Will Tell with care,
In hopes of St. Jerry would put some fresh new '68 there,
Lbo and Flow where nestled all snug in thier beds,
While visions of Sugar Magnolia's danced in thier heads,
And Mamma Tried in her 'kerchief, and I in my GD cap,
Headed off to the Winterland for a nap,
When out on the lawn SDH arose such a clatter,
User Unkown sprang from the bed to see what's the matter,
Away to the window WWD flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw out his stash,
The Mountains of the Moon on the breast of new fallen Cold Rain and snow,
Gave the lustre of Dark Stars to objects below,
When, what do my wondering Eyes of the World should appear,
RobTheWordsmith and eight tiny reindeer,
With Liamfinnegan As his driver so lively and and quick,
I knew in a moment Jerry was St. Nick.
More rapid then Charlie Miller sources they came,
And Jerry whistled,and shouted, and called them by name,
Now Dire! Now Dancin'bears! Now,Bluedevil and J.O.T.S.
On,Cush212 on,Cliff on, Jglynn and Arbuthnot,
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall,
Now Jam away! Jam away! Jam away all!
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the LMA the new sources flew,
With a sleigh full of sbd's, matrix's and, St. Jerry too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning Around & Around,
Down the chimney St. Jerry came with sbd's a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with AshesRising and soot
A bundle of shows he flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes- how they twinkled! his dimples so merry!
His cheeks were like Roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like Will Tells bow,
And the beard of his chin was white as snow,
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself,
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon let me know I had found the Grateful Dead.
He Live's spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimeny he rose,
He sprang to his sleigh, to the lma, he gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
Happy Christmas to all,
and to all I bid you good-night!!!
Merry Christmas to one and all,
From mine to yours~ God Bless!
This post was modified by WHARFRAT on 2008-12-25 05:57:48